I finally got my laptop back, well kinda. The old one died completely which means that I lost all my stories and documents. I know thats kind of a pathetic excuse for mot updating but anywayy.. :) I'm procastinating, which is probably why this got written in the first place. I just want to say that I HATE exams and I that I think they shoud go and die in a hole. Here's the last chapter of Promises

Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: i havent even see all of season 3 :( how can i own it?

To my dear Teresa,

I. Love. You. There, I said it. That's why it causes me so much pain to even have to write this. You brought the light back into my life but I'm not so sure that I deserve it. When I first met you, you were a game to me. All I thought was "how easy is she going to be to read" or how ling will it take me to get under her skin?" after a while though, it was: "how can I make her smile?" and "how will this effect Teresa?" It wasn't until after you got shot that I realised that what I was doing was wrong.

You see, I don't deserve your love. Why should I deserve to love again when I'd already caused so much pain to people I love? I know you probably think that this is a load of crap but you have to understand that the voice in the back of my head, the one that will always be there telling me that what I did was the worst thing I could ever do, wont let me live a peaceful life. It will keep chipping away at me until I become so insufferable I'll do something that could end up costing you your life. I don't want that on my shoulders.

Suicide may be the coward's way out but, I am a coward. For not being able to face you. For not being able to tell you how I felt. For getting my wife and child killed. For killing myself. You have every right to hate me and I accept that. Just know that I will always be watching over you, whether you like it or not. I love you and I hope that one day you can forgive me.

I'm sorry

Patrick

I sat there. Frozen. Familiar tears taking familiar tracks down my face. My tears falling down to join the ones that were already on there, presumably from when he was writing it, smudging the ink and melding his carefully chosen words into one big mess. The anger was gone, just like he was. I knew he wasn't going to wake up. If he wanted to do something there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. Not even me.

I sat there for a few minutes, hours in my eyes, until I finally made up my mind. I pushed back the covers of the bed, silently thanking the lord that they hadn't taken my clothes off and made my way over to Jane's room. He may not be coming back, but I may as well try. That was my promise to him.

There you have it. Short and not very sweet. Thank you all for all of your awesome reveiws. I Might consider a sequel if enough people ask. Thanks for all sticking with me through it all and not killing me for not updating :) reveiw ?

TWD